A Poem a Day (483): Christmas Eve beers

 
Christmas Eve beers
 
Fresh snow lay heavy, you could hear it crunch,
this white body heavy, hear its echo and crunch,
as our feet sludged, warmed by Christmas punch.
 
The pub’s laughter and chatter followed us out,
fairy lights shimmered and merriment saw us out,
remembering the conversations of our last shout.
 
Snow cascaded round us like twists of soft felt,
falling shapes shifting and spinning like soft felt.
We held out gloved hands to watch them all melt.
 
A red robin on a low branch sang our praises,
a bobbing red robin chirped out our praises,
as we traversed the forest’s glistening mazes.
 
The big full moon threw a spotlight on our way,
full moon glowing in a starry night lit our way,
as we merrily looked out for Santa’s sleigh.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, December 23, 2021